The Dramatic Works of W. ShakespeareJ. Harding, 1849 - 925 Seiten |
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... dost. Mira . O good sir , I do . Pro . I thus neglecting wordly ends , all dedi- cate To closeness , and the bettering of my mind With that , which , but by being so retir'd , O'er - priz'd all popular rate , in my false brother Awak'd ...
... dost. Mira . O good sir , I do . Pro . I thus neglecting wordly ends , all dedi- cate To closeness , and the bettering of my mind With that , which , but by being so retir'd , O'er - priz'd all popular rate , in my false brother Awak'd ...
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... Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . Pro . Thou dost ; and think'st No. It much , to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o ' the earth , When ...
... Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . Pro . Thou dost ; and think'st No. It much , to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o ' the earth , When ...
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... dost talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are of such sensible and nimble lungs , that they always use to laugh at nothing . Ant . " Twas you we laugh'd at ...
... dost talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are of such sensible and nimble lungs , that they always use to laugh at nothing . Ant . " Twas you we laugh'd at ...
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... dost hear me call . Ari . Well I conceive . [ Exit . Pro . Look , thou be true ; do not give dalliance Too much the rein ; the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i ' the blood : be more abstemious , Or else , good night , your vow ...
... dost hear me call . Ari . Well I conceive . [ Exit . Pro . Look , thou be true ; do not give dalliance Too much the rein ; the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i ' the blood : be more abstemious , Or else , good night , your vow ...
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... Dost thou know her by my gazing on her , and yet know'st her not ? Speed . Is she not hard favored , sir ? Val . Not so fair , boy , as well favored . Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Val . What dost thou know ? Speed . That she ...
... Dost thou know her by my gazing on her , and yet know'st her not ? Speed . Is she not hard favored , sir ? Val . Not so fair , boy , as well favored . Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Val . What dost thou know ? Speed . That she ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alençon arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior sir John sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 453 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Seite 438 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Seite 210 - Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward...
Seite 151 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Seite 168 - Other slow arts entirely keep the brain ; And therefore finding barren practisers, Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil : But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain ; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power ; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 321 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Seite 333 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Seite 453 - This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Seite 357 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 182 - Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...